Right here he hovers over this petite field of gold.
Making him frail the sun's rays do pound.
Swinging and thrashing at whatever he sees.
From deep in the sky they plan their assault.
Upon this stake he dangles deep within the land.
From what he dreads he can't run, hide or flee.
Toward him they glide many of them swarm.
They carry him off to his new place in life.
All across this land is what now he calls home.
He's now part of this nation no need to ever mourn.